The courteous voice of the Third Prince, Zhou Yu, echoed from the floor.
Su Changqing was slightly taken aback, not yet recovered, as the sound of shocked gasps already started resonating.
"This... The Prince is actually bowing to apologize personally?"
"My heavens, who is this person? In Celestial Fate City, even the Third Prince is so respectful?"
"It seems more than just respect, did you see the sweat on the Prince's forehead? It seems more like... fear?"
With these words, everyone's gaze towards Su Changqing changed again and again.
No one expected this unassuming youth to possess such terrifying strength.
Even the Prince had to treat him cautiously, fearing to offend him.
People whispered and speculated in secret about the young man's identity.
Meanwhile, Zhou Tong, who was still kneeling on the ground and continuously slapping his own face, was stunned by the scene.
The fear in his eyes was even stronger than when he faced Zhou Yu moments ago.
